Above the entire Sword Sect, it seemed as if boundless, surging rivers obscured the sun, moon, and stars, ready to crash down at any moment. The terrifying aura was more than ten thousand times stronger than before.
Witnessing this scene and feeling this oppressive aura, the remaining six were nearly scared to death.
"How did this one come here?" Jian Wuqing, the venerable Sect Master, had just declared the great disaster over. He had barely risen to catch his breath, not yet fully recovered, when this new arrival nearly scared him senseless.
"Could this be..." Among the Six Peaks, the youngest, Lu Youlian, muttered softly.
"The Spirit of the Water Clan from the hundred-thousand-li rivers and seas of the Nine Provinces..." Cheng Tianyong's voice trembled slightly. "Immortal Bi You..."
"A figure as renowned as Elder Yan..." one of them murmured.
The others were speechless. The six of them gasped, a sudden realization dawning upon them.
